Slow Reader
By Vicki Feaver
He can make a sculpture and fabulous machines, invent games, tell jokes, give solemn, adult advice- but he is slow to read.
When I take him on my knee with his Ladybird book he gazes into the air, sighing and shaking his head like an old man who knows the mountains are impassible.
He toys with words, letting them go cold as gristly meat, until I relent and let him wriggle free: a fish returning to its element, or a white-eyed colt-shying from the bit *- who sees that if he takes it in his mouth he'll never run quite free again.
I Love Reading Books
By Kevin Seales
I read books, because they take me places
Inside when I look, I see so many faces
Detective stories, there are so many cases
Oh how I love reading books
When I'm at home, I read two or three books
My mom says, she thinks that I'm totally hooked
You would be too, if you would only look
Oh how I love reading books
My dad says, kevin why don't you slow down
There's plenty of books here, from the ceiling to the ground
You read them like candy, you gobble them by the pound
Oh how you love reading books
I find them fascinating, exciting, a tool
I learn about a lot of things that I don't learn in school
I'd rather read books than learn how to be cool
Oh how I love reading books
In these books I learn so many things
Look at the knowledge that these books can bring
I even read one book, and it taught me how to sing
Oh how I love reading books
So if someone says, that reading books is for girls
They don't understand that reading rocks my world
It lifts me, spends me, sends me in a twirl
Oh how I love reading books
If they don't see now, they will in due time
I'll let them read one of these great books of mine
And after they finish, they won't be so blind
Then they'll say, I love reading books